4731J-3 Ch. 04

"My god, Wesley!" Crusher gasped, grabbing her tricorder in order to take readings. She hadn't noticed during her examination of him, but he seemed... bigger.

"Uhh-hhh!" Wesley groaned, barely standing as he watched another incredible blast take her chin, and another in her left eye. At this point he was jerking himself off in her face with a twisted, wild grin that delighted in all this, watching as his last two shots splattered the councillor's nose and mouth.

T'vor had approached and, like the rest of the away team, she'd also been silently watching. The only sound in the oddly enchanted forest was that of Troi's gagging, backed up by Wesley's breathless groans as he staggered a few steps away before collapsing.

"Wesley?" Beverly carefully prodded in what she hoped was a calm, yet apologetic tone.

"Wha-aa?"

"I'm afraid I'll have to include this in my report."

Wesley made an odd hiccup sound of surprise, locking eyes with a rabid expression. Still woozy from his recent orgasm, his launch wasn't as well executed as he would have liked. He staggered, almost tripping with his arms held out in front of him, angry, grasping hands hungry for his now very alarmed mother. Almost too alarmed to remember she carried a palm phaser, already set to stun.

Crimpy

"...what we're going to do with him, just beca..." ... "...ame ... my face! I swallowed..." ... "...oming around! What if he loses control again?! Beverly, it could be you ne...!" "...od's sake, he's my son! Wesley, can you hear me?"

The concerned face of his mother swam into Wesley's reality. At the moment, Wesley's reality was decidedly uncomfortable. It felt as though every atom in his body was violently retching.

"M-mom?"

"Yes, it's me," she tenderly administered. "Are you alright?"

"I... feel kinda... crimpy."

"Crim..." Beverly dithered, somewhat at a loss here.

"What happened?" he asked.

"Um, well, someone had to stun you."

"Wh-?"

"Actually, it was me," she admitted.

"Yes, you- you stunned me!" he weakly managed.

" ... Wesley, I've decided to take your phaser privilege away."

"What?! No! That's so unfair!"

"Please try to unders-?"

"You're not even in command!" he charged. "You have no right to take my phaser away, you stupid slut!"

"Wesley," Beverly tried again, her patience thinning as Troi fixed him with an angry stare from over her shoulder. "You're having a tantrum. Please try to remember that the plasmic mist is-"

"Shut up, Mom!" he shouted. "You stunned me! You don't love me! Just shut up, you whore! Shutupshutupshutupshutupshutupshu-!"

"(Fzzzzzzzzt!)"

Acting Sex Offender Wesley Crusher

Wesley was more compliant the second time he came around. This was to everyone's relief, but most of all Dr. Crusher's. A compliant Wesley was a safe Wesley, at least for the time being. He now walked along ahead of her as she brought up the rear with his phaser. Ahead of him walked Ogawa, who was behind Deanna, who was behind the away team's leader, T'vor.

The councillor had practically demanded that he be given a 'mild sedative'. The mild sedative she'd mentioned was Democodol, one that her medical bag of tricks did indeed carry. It was a potent drug used to quickly and effectively dope up people up who'd suffered serious bodily injury, such as having a limb torn off by an angry Kaldekian grimpasor. As pronounced as its intended effects were, its side effects of near mindless behaviour, punctuated by periods of various and violent bodily discharges were every bit as unpleasant. It wasn't that Beverly entirely ruled out this option, rather that she decided to save it as a last resort. As a doctor, she was well aware of what repeated and/or prolonged stun blasts could do to someone, but she suspected it would serve as an effective time out. At least for the time being. In the end, they had to keep moving and a nice dose of Democodol would accomplish that priority more effectively than waiting around until he recovered from another stun blast or three.

Since her orgasm, then the excitement of having to save herself from her temporarily brain damaged son, Crusher's mind had been enjoying clarity. Though she could feel it slipping ever so slowly away, and though she knew that her cognitive skills weren't quite at one hundred percent, she was doing a lot better than she had been. She found herself remembering events that had happened since they'd crash-landed that she'd forgotten, yet no memory whatsoever of handing the away team over to T'vor. Yes, it still made good sense that she would, but the fact was that she couldn't remember doing it and somehow had trouble believing she had. Even Deanna had admitted to... what was it that she'd said? That she didn't remember what she remembered, or something of the like? She should probably have taken notes or something.

Most alarming was the fresh, full minded realization that Alyssa had licked her to incredible orgasm and the fact that, despite her temporary clear headedness, she still had interest in her sexy, young Japanese crewmate.

Not being a medical doctor, Councillor Troi hadn't been fully aware of stun blast effects on an average Human. However, as she'd been keeping an empathic eye on the acting ensign since he'd come around the second time, she was temporarily satisfied that he presented no immediate danger.

It wasn't just what he'd done to her, it was the way in which he'd done it. He was like a crazy person, a rabid little animal who all but foamed at the mouth when he'd charged his mother. Troi well understood that his behaviour was attributable to the plasmic mist, along with her almost complete inability to put up resistance, but she was angry and couldn't help but blame him anyway. Her cammie was practically ruined, barely holding her boobs and often showing her nipples unless she constantly checked.

To Troi, it seemed everybody was using her as a sex object, and the plasmic mist didn't make it alright as it was doing for the others. Even T'vor was being affected, her hot, Vulcan libido radiating hedonistic feelings that made the councillor blush when she empathically bathed herself in them. Moments later, she picked up where she left off in her exciting and perverse Gorean fantasy, starring T'vor and Deanna Troi. In this fantasy, T'vor saved her from the evil, Acting Sex Offender Wesley Crusher, forcing Deanna's face to her wet and delicious pussy afterward for her richly deserved reward.

An unknown time later, the warrioress of her dreams stopped at the side of a fair sized, roughly oval shaped natural pool in the pink moss, the water contained therein clear and inviting. Despite appearances, T'vor's tricorder reminded her that it was in no way safe for Human consumption, a fact of which she reminded the others as they came to a stop beside her.

"Is this from the rain?" Deanna asked.

"No, Councillor," T'vor replied. "My scans indicate this is the result of a subterranean water passage."

"She means an underground stream," Crusher tiresomely pointed out to nobody in particular.

"If you prefer, Doctor."

Beverly bit her tongue as the ensign kept speaking.

"In any case, since there are no harmful life forms in the pool, I suggest we take this opportunity to bathe."

Once the concept had sunk in, nobody argued it. At that point, there seemed little point in taking the extra time and trouble in avoiding a communal bath. They all enjoyed it, even T'vor, who wore an unmistakable expression of relief at the simple pleasure of washing the dirt and sweat from her body and hair. Once finished, they even took time to clean the remnants of their uniforms as a light current in the warm, chest deep water flowed around them.

Wesley, now feeling much less crimpy, was becoming concerned. His genetalia was still growing, the head of his penis easily clearing the waistband of his briefs. His shaft was thicker and harder than ever, and his testicles had swollen to the point where they could soon become an impediment to walking. In the water though, it and his Johnson felt strangely buoyant, and he enjoyed the self-cleansing as much as the others, quietly ejaculating into the current which took his semen downstream where the others innocently bathed.

When he'd finished cleaning and replacing his all but useless briefs and the com badge they held, he waded to T'vor, asking in a lowered tone, "Why didn't you help me?"

T'vor raised a brow, regarding him curiously for a moment before replying, "It was not my place to come to your aid, Mr. Crusher."

"But you let Mom take my phaser away," he almost whined. "I thought you were in command."

"If you'll remember, I did not stop you from helping yourself to Councillor Troi, nor was I the one who stopped you when you attempted to attack Dr. Crusher. The outcome was a direct result of your actions, as must be the remedy of that outcome."

At the moment, Dr. Crusher wasn't thinking about Wesley. As with most moments as of late, she was thinking about her head nurse, in this particular instant, while she watched the woman bathe.

"Alyssa, would you help me with my hair?"

"Sure, Doctor!"

In moments, the short, happy young Asian was helping to detangle her tall, somewhat pale superior's long red hair. She didn't mind Beverly's hands on her hips below the water as she worked away with a smile.

"Alyssa, I-I'd like to talk to you..."

"Of course, Doctor Crusher, you can always talk to me."

"Yes, I... I just wanted to tell you that I very much enjoyed what- what you did. For me. Earlier."

"What was that, Doctor?"

" ... Uh, well, when you... when you helped me examine my vagina."

"I'm sorry?"

After another short pause, Crusher tried to keep her voice caring, nurturing, the kind of voice any young woman might want to please.

"When you licked my pussy and fingered my- my anus... until I came."

"Oh yes, Doctor, you tasted so good!"

"Y-well, I'm... glad you feel that way because... I thought we could do more things like that. Together. If you'd like."

"Sure, Doctor Crusher!" Beverly's overjoyed nurse gushed, asking "Will cock be there?"

Now it was the doctor's turn in the dark, and she had to ask, "Uh... cock?"

She pointed at Wesley, his face contorting in a way that would have been comical if Crusher didn't know he was ejaculating as they watched.

Troi, perhaps most of all, enjoyed her chance to cleanse herself. She took extra time trying to get her hair clean, wishing she had a brush and makeup so she could properly present herself to her warrioress.

Currently, her warrioress was speaking in hushed tones to the little creep. Deanna wasn't jealous, or threatened, but she wondered what he was saying and what he wanted. In her opinion, the away team would be a lot better off without him. This became the dominant thought in Troi's mind and, even after they set off once again, her mind would return to possible ways Wesley could go away when not fantasizing about T'vor.

Not quite two hours had gone by, just about the time when Crusher expected T'vor would soon stop them for the night when the Ensign in charge came to a sudden halt. Her entire, perfectly sculpted body had frozen as she looked down, probably at her tricorder. Then she turned, walking towards the rest of the strung out team to gather with them.

Wesley stood with drooped shoulders, his expression almost slack as he watched her approach. He wondered if he still had her respect. As far as the others went, none of them seemed to have much appreciation for how he'd saved everybody's life.

Coming to a stop in front of the rest of the gathered group, her tricorder still in hand, T'vor fixed them with an odd smile, reporting, "My scans have indicated two life forms that I believe are Mongos."

Other than Wesley, the team joined T'vor in smiling with obvious relief, yet those smiles also held a hint of understandable apprehension as T'vor continued.

"As of now, they are six hundred thirty-four point eight meters away on a heading of sixty-three degrees, moving away from us on a course of eighty-seven degrees."

"What does that mean?" Beverly irritably asked.

"As our course," T'vor patiently explained to the again slushy minded doctor, "is roughly north, northwest, theirs is almost perfectly northeast. Assuming they continue on their present heading, our necessary intercept course will take us further away from our objective. In addition, it will be dark soon, and proceeding without light in unfamiliar terrain is not advisable."

Though her cognitive ability to deal with problems had again diminished, Crusher understood the dilemma they faced.

"What should we do?" Deanna worried.

T'vor allowed a pause as she pondered this. Crusher watched her intent expression, recognizing the frustration behind the eyes of the Vulcan as she forced her slushy mind through its decision making process. She found it satisfying to see in T'vor, but a part of her could also sympathize, scolding herself for her own petty attitude. The fact was that Ensign T'vor was doing very well, though lacking leadership where team discipline was concerned.

"I believe," T'vor decided, "the correct course of action is to pursue the Mongos for as long as we can before stopping for the night. Perhaps they will stop as well, enabling us to intercept them tomorrow. Once our primary concern of sustenance is addressed, we should then proceed to high ground to facilitate our earliest possible rescue."

They wasted no more time. Hoping to at least lessen the distance between them and the Mongos, they increased their pace to an easy lope through the trees, gambling their energy reserves on catching up with the wellspring that would replenish them. Despite their hunger and tired feet, they felt strangely agile and healthy, graceful wildlife of a forest that would never feed them. The exception to this was Wesley, who found it necessary to cup his scrotum while he went. It ruined the easy part of the easy lope, but feeling his Johnson flop and bounce was pleasurable.

Finally, it had gotten too dark to continue and T'vor was forced to sensibly stop the team for the night. A convenient, large crisscross of fallen trunks was located nearby, and this was the decided upon campsite.

While the team was a little disappointed for not having caught up, they knew it was unlikely they would from the start. They did, however, take heart in being told by T'vor that they'd narrowed the distance between them and the Mongos to four hundred eighteen meters.

They gathered around T'vor, anxiously watching the tricorder screen's grid mode, the two perimeter scan signatures as they slowly moved further and further away until they too stopped.

"Tomorrow," T'vor said with satisfaction, "we eat."

But the time they spent sitting in the dark with no food or campfire seemed to drag. Though she was tired, Crusher's stomach kept her awake, making her wonder how much energy their bodies could have available by tomorrow morning. There were other considerations to be taken, but she was having trouble remembering what they were. She felt as though her symptoms had increased in severity, and the sudden suspicion that the rest of the team's symptoms were probably also worsening was, for her, an intellectual feat. If only she could find mental clarity...

At that moment, Ogawa's eyes happened to land on Beverly's. The topless nurse smiled encouragingly, bringing something else to mind that, conveniently, would also help with clearing the doctor's memory and cognitive functions.

"Alyssa, I just realized that you haven't had your exam."

"Oh, that's alright, Doctor," Ogawa giggled. "I've been examining myself."

Upon saying this, the slight woman proudly opened her thighs, moving the front of her ruined panties aside for a better view of her crotch. Her pussy was wet with the same thick, cum like substance that she and Deanna's vaginas had been excreting and, as she watched, Ogawa unhurriedly began fingering herself with a dirty grin for Beverly.

"Ohhh..." Beverly breathed.

"Oh-hh... mmmm, Doctor... why don't you take your panties off?"

"And why would I want to do that?" Beverly asked, managing a smile with her harmless teasing to lessen the tension for herself.

"So we can be sluts together."

"Oh my god, Alyssa."

"Giggle."

As the others watched, Ogawa gladly helped Crusher with removing her panties. After this, Beverly attempted to at least make the appearance of sensuality, if only for the fact that her actions were on display. But the deeper they kissed, the needier their hands became until they were clutching one another in the sixty-nine position, Beverly on the bottom with the soft, now appropriately pink moss beneath her.

Councillor Troi watched with fascination and just a little embarrassment on behalf of the two women she knew, as aware as ever that this was only one more humiliating result of the mist. But an instant after finishing this thought, T'vor was in front of her, the ensign's Starfleet issue panties pulled down to her mid thighs. Deanna looked up with a grateful smile to behold her warrioress with a captivating grin of her own, one Vulcan brow raised in expectation.

Deanna didn't need any further prodding, happily licking the wonderful, gooey wet and delicious pussy of Warrioress T'vor.

Wesley couldn't help but feel left out. This was because, in fact, he'd been left out. Even in the moment, however, he could sourly appreciate the irony of how it wasn't that long ago that he'd have loved nothing more than just to get to watch an incredibly fantastic scene like this. But after three days on 4731J-3, a guy needed more than voyeuristic thrills.

Looking down, he couldn't make out much of his growing genetalia in the gloom, but he could tell it was larger than it had been before their arrival. Rationally, this should have made him wanted by the women, but it didn't seem to mean much to any of them, and this was when he was reminded of T'vor's earlier advice. At the time, he hadn't thought much of it, probably because he was still preoccupied with having been stunned twice by his own slut of a mother, but now it made sense.

Essentially, T'vor was telling him that his mother had taken his phaser because he'd allowed her to have the authority to do it. He was the important team member, he had saved them from being blown to bits in the unforgiving vacuum of space and he was the one who was responsible for getting them planet-side before they all, including his mother, slowly expired of thirst and/or suffocation in the afore mentioned unforgiving vacuum of space. He deserved what he wanted and She'd taken that power away from him.

So now he had to get it back.

By the time Troi's world consisted only of T'vor's mound, his mother and Ogawa were squirming in their tightly coupled configuration, unapologetically mewling and moaning in wanton hedonism. From beneath Ogawa, Crusher had let herself go, as sluttily eating pussy as her bimbo nurse ate hers, both of them jerking as their tongues danced, lips sucking at overexcited buttons.

When something nudged Crusher's tongue aside, she at first thought it was Ogawa's hand as she tried to finger herself.

"Uh-hhh!" the little nurse groaned as Wesley's ten inch long, two thick Johnson plowed her pussy with the help of the same thick excretion the two Sciences women were almost voraciously consuming.

"Bwmsmp!" Crusher cried, adding, "Wesdl- Uh, Uh! Wes-?!"

She couldn't continue. Instead, her body began to spasm in a low intensity orgasm as she watched Wesley bury himself inside Ogawa's tight, but accommodating canal. By the time another low intensity orgasm rolled over her, Ogawa was groaning with painful satisfaction as Wesley Crusher fucked her at a pace that allowed his mother to peacefully suck and lick at Ogawa's spread lips and clitoris. She held her junior's seemingly large nub against her sons sliding cock with her tongue, licking the mixed pre seminal fluids of both Ogawa and Wesley.